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black and white

Posted on | December 2, 2008 | Comments Off

i wore black today,

a sort of mourning costume,

sharp,sleek,shiny like grief,

without any patterns,filigree or needlework,

a uniform dark in the light of the day.

and in the night there was a powercut,

forcing me to light a candle,

flickering yellow,uncertain,

a dishevelled light,

which created patches of non-darkness on my dress,

and some,darker shadows,

so much like the way our love has been…

but with the thought, power arrives.

and in the fluorescent white light,

and the blackness is uniform again.

Current Song: Mere naseeb me ai dost

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